To My Love

by: Tresha Joy Salido
09/18/12


I said one day to stopped crying,
Because i know then
Someone is crying too
Somebody wants me too.

Last day i don't know what love is
Until then you come
You show me the meaning of it
You make me feel what is it.

Love is truly wonderful,
Just like you so faithful
We'll make love together
Our love will stay forever.

In God I've always pray
Forever love and happiness
Forever trust and cleanliness
My love you are my life.

We live each day with love
We live each month with hope
We live each day with halos
No matter hard life would be.

May you keep everything i've give
Those hugs and kisses we have shared
Im always here when you need care
Trust me i'll always fair.

Sweet thoughts may always in your heart
Promise you,well never be apart
Coz our love is true
Baby forever me and you.

I'll be there on the lowest low of your life
Call me im coming with sunshine on my path
Im coming with faith in my heart
No matter how unfair life would have.

Before i ended my words,
Hope you'll find my notes
Wrote it for you my love
Hope our love would last.

I Remember..

by: Tresha Joy Salido


    I remember how i used to smile when im with you. All of you silly jokes, only you used to laughed on it
One of the sweetest things you've gave me your kiss and hugs and saying how much you love me.
   At night we sleep together, embracing each other and falling asleep in each other arms.
   How i wish i could bring back all those times we have been together. I want to go back on those times that we are happy with each other. Those times that many good things happens.

   ......:(

What If?

by: Tresha Joy Salido


   What if we've meet at a perfect time and perfect place? No hustle, just me and you. No third party involve. You are single as well as mine too. Its just a fact that we are perfectly in-love with each other.

    So what if that was the start of our story? Everything is perfect. Would it be that we are still together. Would it be that we are happy and contended with each other? Many questions come up on my mind. Even i don't know what would it be. All i know is that everything happens for no reason. Maybe it is our destiny to meet on such crazy ways so that we can be more responsible with each other. So that we can meet other people that can be a part of our social life to help us grow more fruitful human being, or somehow to meet the right ones for us.
    I can't blame you for those happenings, but i may say thank you. Because of you i know how to love. You make me feel that im special and you show me what love really is. I don't feel any guilt on those stuff  I've done with you, because i know that i am happy and you were too.
    Everything is just a test for us, its up on us on how to handle those gray moments.

Secret Love

by: Tresha Joy Salido

 
 I know i was falling completely, totally, hopelessly head over heels for this man. Maybe i couldn't accept right then. I know i was scared of being hurt again, jaded by too many love-gone wrong. I miss him all the time, but i was still afraid to admit how i felt. Eventually those hidden feelings back fired me.
   I found out the time does heal the pain, but you have to work a bit hard of it and look ahead to find that bright light in your life after such pain. I could have sat back, wishing, wanting and holding on to the past. I had no control over it. I could allow all my grief swallow me up. Instead, knowing i had to get on with my life. I  made sure to embrace every opportunity to do so. Sure, i still felt the pain and sadness, but it helped tremendously to stop and appreciate the small things in life for their simple beauty. Getting out there and living each day the best i could made.
   Time made pass easily and pain fade over time. Most of all i learned never to bottle up by thoughts and emotions. It was good to talk, it was good to remember, but somehow you need to forget it.
    Past can never be back, but if it does, its not for having a second chance, maybe its a chance to fix things that you two didn't end up right. :) 08/12/12

Just A Fairy Tale

Just A Fairy Tale
by: Tresha Joy Salido
06/19/12

Whenever i miss you, i just look at your picture
That's the only way to ease the loneliness is feel
Tears keep falling on my eyes, well its no surprise
Coz my love is true, forever me and you.

And these pictures of yours is fading
It's getting old, not tired of starring.
I just wish someday you'll come out on that frame
And make everything live like a fairy tale.

Another hour had passed and im still on it
It;s just the same when the first time we meet
Those big smile you put on your face
Oh baby i hope i can have it.

Time goes by very fast, everything just change
But one thing for sure doesn't change
My love for you and hope i can surpass it
I hope i could get through it,if only i could

Maybe someday if yo want, try to love me
Love me as you love her, ill do everything
Just hold me in your arms, keep me with you forever
But if you really cant, i'll set you free.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow
by: Tresha Joy Salido
10/10/07

Thinking  of tomorrow
Brings me feel of sorrow
Because tomorrow is another day
Where i knew beside me you'll never stay.

Today your love for me is real
But not sure if tomorrow im still
I know somebody can take you away from me
Although it hurts i'll set you free.

Tomorrow is another day
Everything can change but no one can say
What will happen, what could it be
I just hope your love will still be me.

All Just To Say

All Just To Say
by: Tresha Joy Salido
10/09/07

Standing by all the way,
Here to help you through the day
holding you up when you are weak
Helping you find what you seek.

Making you laugh when you are sad,
Give you happiness when you are mad
Play with you when you are lonely
But don't forget me when you are happy.

I will protect you from harm,
I will embrace you to make you warm
I will walked  with you when you need someone to walked with
I will will talked to you when you need someone to talked with.

Catching your tears when you cry,
Pulling you up when the tide is high
Just being here through thick and thin
Just to say you are my friend.

Never Forget You..

I might have erased your text,
but i never forget what you wrote.
We might stopped talking
but i will never forget your voice
We might have stop hugging
but i will  never forget how you smell.
Anything we did,
I will never Forget..

THATS THE TRUTH, THATS LOVE!

(Hey, you know what paradise is? It's a lieA fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to beBut you know what truth is?It's that little baby you're holding, and it's that man you fought with this morningThe same one you're going to make love with tonight. That's truth, that's love)
- I got this clip from the song, never been to me by Charlene. Yes that the truth, paradise is just a lie.When we dream, it is also a lie, because in our dreams we feel like we are in paradise, We make things that really impossible to happened. We make fantasy in our own but in the real life, it will really never happened. - People tend to make their own fantasy because thats the only thing they can to to satisfy their self. To give them pleasure and enough happiness to cover their loneliness. Making a fantasy is not bad as long as you know to your self that you are doing it right, and unless you are not hurting others.-But the truth is, the everyday happenings in our life. The loud voice of our mother every morning when she woke me up. The fightings of our parents when they have misunderstanding. The barking dogs in our yard because of the cat from the neighbors.And most of them, is when we cry at night when our heart is broken. The more we make and feel the pain is the truth. Thats the truth! Thats love..08/17/12

I'LL WAIT FOR THE RIGHT MAN (MAY 27,2012 4:45 AM)

My name is Tresha Joy

Salido. I'm not a perfect girl that a man wanted. I'm not pretty,nor sexy. Just an ordinary and simple human being. But inspite of those imperfections
, I want to be treated perfect by being me. I've been hurt so many times by the wrong man that I love once. They also love me but,they don't respect me,all they want is to feed their fantasy. They only want me in the other ways. But somehow not all of them are the same. Their was once a man that came into  my life. I love him so much but thay was only yesterday. He used to care and love me like no one  does. But not all fairy tales end up with a happy ending. And maybe God has s purpose why such things happened. I already done everything in the name of  love. I love too much, I give too much, but in the end, I only got pain. I'm only left alone, just only me,myself and I. I'm just thankful that I have those friends with me. Listen to me, figths for me,and always their through thick annd thin. And for now,, I'm waiting for the right man that I'm going to love. A man who will love me with no bounderies,and love me for who and what I am,a mann whose willing to wait and respects me;)

A man who won't care that I'm inncapable of sittinng still, that I can't grasp the comcept of cleaning and I refuses to be a ladylike. A man who realizes that half the decisions I make are usually ones I regret. A man who knows how completely insane I am and he  WOULDN'T WANT ME IN ANY OTHER WAY.

LOVE IS.. ( may 26 2012 6:36pm)

Love is smudge mascara

The leftover food in the refrigerator

The pen and paper

Tangles on your hair

Love is the sweet words fro, your lovers

A half complete cigarette

A diet coke

A rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake

Love is the sound of the winds in your window

The dampness of your hair

The red varnished on your finger nails

The music playing on your iPod

Love is the flaky paints on your wall

The bubble gum stuck on your desk

The teddy you keep since you’re a child

The kiss you blow on your crush

Love is the clothes you wear

5 am morning breath

Undeserved success and recognition

Telling lies and not getting caught

Love is consuming too much alcohol

Watching people fucking up around

Make up sex

Love is me and you..­­              

Summer 2012

What's for my summer this 2012?? OMG!!! Nothings good happen!! I want to go out with my friends, go out of beach.,.have some fun..but i cant.

Still busy for other works.. etc. And the other thing is, our graduation is very late.. Hoping soon or by the end of march we can go out..(cross finger)

Really excited, having fun.. as we did last summer:)

i miss you so much..

I miss you when something really good happens, because you're the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you're the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry, because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow, and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you the most when I lay awake at night, and think of all the wonderful times that we spent with each other for those were some of the best and most memorable times of my life....tresha.08/30/10.8;00pm

Sorry..

Last night me and my auntie are talking about my grandfather. We reminisce some happy times that we had when my grandfather are still alive.. We share some happy thoughts.. We almost cry..Its hard to let go of some one we love..

Someone whose been there in your entire life. Someone who give you everything, even his time to rest when he is tired from work.. he always there to give some funny jokes.. i miss my grandfather so much..

My grandfather died because of stroke. He is working one day when it happened. He rush in the hospital with my auntie and my cousin. They were crying. The worst thing is, when my mother call me that my grandfather is in the hospital, i ignore it, because that time i was with my friends having a good time. Then the next day.. we came in the hospital, i was crying when i walking up the stairs. My grandfather in in the ICU. He is lying in the bed, he is just like sleeping..no pain.. just sleeping. But he is dying inside, he couldn't talk.. he could move..When the visiting hour is open, i came inside the ICU. I just hold his hands, trying not to cry..i didn't say any words to my grandfather.. i just keep saying " tatay..tatay..tatay.." I didn't know that, those were be the last that i will be with my grandfather. I feel so down.. I feel so much guilt. I hate my self for that. Im sorry tatay..

JUST A SUDDEN

I meet this guy in a social network.. then we started texting, for almost a month. Then last February14, 2012, he wanted to see me but im not available on that time because im having a date with my best friends. Then he texted me again that day and its almost midnight, and that time i decided to see him. Then we go in his place with his friend then we talk, actually were already close to each other because we always text-ed each other, we often share some thoughts, hmm actually some funny and silly thoughts. Then that time, we have some drinks, and im  tipsy.. coz i skip dinner..so that night..after we have some drinks, we talk in private.. only me and him..he said he is falling in love with me.and he like me very much..when i heard him sayingthose words i feel nothing..but im kinda shocks..im asking myself why he is saying those words, its only our first time to see each other..maybe he is drunk..but he is serious. im in silent coz i don't know what im going to response to him.. the he ak me again..he wanted to court me..and then im totally shock..im speechless..but then on that night.. i said yes to him..then we are girlfriend and boyfriend in just an hour. That night i feel the respect. i feel that he really loves and like me.. even though that night.. i only pretend that im totally drunk and sleeping..he didn't do anything..then on the next morning..we woke up.. then he send me home..my head is really achingbecause of hang over. and on that day also.. he texted me.. he want to see me.. so i approached him.. he treat me on a dinner in a fast food:) and that was our first date:) im so happy that day.. the after we ate we go in their house.. i meet new friends.. a bunch of friends:) hahahhaha..then days past.. we often see each other...we used to be happy..very very happy..we go out on date..hang outs and others..were so happy... but not all story have a happy ending..its just a week, we have a quarrel..or somehow misunderstanding or lets just call it out of love?? i don't know what happened..its all just a sudden..(MAYBE I SHOULD NOT WRITE THE REAL REASON..BECAUSE EVEN I.. I DON'T KNOW WHAT..)

.so tomorrow is February 15.. it supposed to our 1st monthsary..i miss him so much..everyday i wake up,, im always asking myself "why"? i wanted to cry but.. maybe he doesn't deserve my tears..maybe i should be strong for my self..i love him..but that was yesterday..i miss him but that was yesterday..i should thank him for being a part of my life..for being some of the best part of my life...and i thank him for hurting me...and i just prove to myself how strong am i...

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The only reason that we don’t open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don’t feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else’s eyes.
Then this experience of opening to the world begins to benefit ourselves and others simultaneously. The more we relate with others, the more quickly we discover where we are blocked, where we are unkind, afraid, shut down. Seeing this is helpful, but it is also painful. Often the only way we know how to react is to use it as ammunition against ourselves. We aren’t kind. We aren’t honest. We aren’t brave, and we might as well give up right now.

That’s the beginning of growing up. As long as we don’t want to be honest and kind with ourselves, then we are always going to be infants. When we begin just to try to accept ourselves, the ancient burden of self-importance lightens up considerably. Finally there’s room for genuine inquisitiveness, and we find we have an appetite for what’s out there..

It’s hard when you’re in a confidential relationship with someone - when you know their demons and their hurts. Even though we know it’s “wrong” - we want them to be over all that, past their past, healed from the hurts of yesterday, and off to a new and trouble-free life. But healing hardly ever looks like that. It’s more mysterious, more equivocal. We all have our high moments, our moments when it is a miracle and the past no longer holds us or hurts us. But then, it’s another day, and we’re again caught, we’re returned to life’s myriad battles and tests, and we wonder if we are again , at the foot of the mountain....

My Photography(The Maid)

I REALLY LOVE PHOTOGRAPHY:) THIS IS MY NIECE..WEARING HER COSPLAY COSTUME "THE MAID" I LOVE TO PLAY WITH IT:)

DOMOgraphy:)

This is my own photo.

I'll Be With You(i just read this)

It was autumn again. Sucking in the warm morning breeze, Mary smiled as she stretched her arms wide, as though embracing the beauty of nature. Jumping up and down in glee, she swirled around in the garden, with her long silky jet-black hair dancing behind her. By anyone’s standards, she was beautiful. Her cherry lips often gave way to smiles and laughter and her eyes a beautiful shade of blue.

She let the wind sting her cheeks as she ran around the garden, shrieking in joy, when she skidded on the fallen leaves only to find herself resting on the strong grasp of a hand. Opening her eyes, her heart momentarily stopped beating as she came face to face with a freckled-faced man. He grinned, revealing a row of yellowish teeth, and then opened his mouth, sending out a weave of nasty stench which smelled like a thousand rotten apples. Mary widened her eyes in horror, shocking the man as he lost grip of her and she fell on the floor.

Moaning miserably, she got up slowly from her supine position and grunted, flinging expletives at the bewildered man. But he only looked down without a word. “Are you mute! Can’t you even say sorry!” Mary cried out in frustration and stomped off. The man sighed and shook his head, picking up his broom to continue sweeping the fallen leaves.

The next day, Mary sat under a tree in the same garden, burying her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Suddenly, she felt her nose twitch as an unbearable stench gushed into her nostrils and she looked up, only to see a white handkerchief.

“You again” she folded her arms, obviously annoyed. The man lifted his right hand to the side of his forehead, an indication that he was sorry. He then pointed to the handkerchief, motioning her to wipe her tears. “A-Are you really… mute?” Mary stammered, afraid to know the answer. Instead, the man smiled, and distorted his face using his hands so he looked hilariously frightful. Mary laughed, and he whipped out a piece of paper from his back pocket and started scribbling. Like this, a few hours passed.

“If only my boyfriend was as understanding as you, John…” She mused sadly and continued, “But it doesn’t matter anymore.” And they sat in silence in the middle of the garden where brown leaves scattered, and where a beautiful friendship was already blossoming.

Day after day, Mary would look for John in the garden, where he would be sweeping the leaves. They enjoyed each other’s company immensely, even if it meant communicating through scraps of paper. Many a time, Mary did the talking and John, the listening, always ready with a handkerchief to chase away her sorrows. Whenever Mary was feeling down, John would bring her to the fields in the outskirts of the city where sunflowers bloomed its prettiest and hatred never existed. He would urge her to tell her unhappiness to a tree and then carve a tiny happy face at that portion of the trunk. Months soon passed, and this humble tree was soon filled with many happy faces. This was their paradise.

Unfortunately, their love was soon put to the test. It was past midnight. Mary was returning home from work and had taken the short cut through a deserted alley when two big burly men appeared before her. They had similar nasty stench drifting out of their mouths and snorted furiously like demented bulls.

“Leave John alone! He’s better off without women! He belongs with us to the underworld!” One of them boomed. Mary, frightened, shrieked and closed her eyes, muttering a short prayer as she anticipated her life to end at this juncture. Seconds passed, and she gingerly opened her eyes, to see an outline of a familiar figure wrestling with the two burly men. John was punched and kicked about like a rag doll. Blood trickling from his nose and forehead, he was sprawled on the ground, defenseless. “That’s what you get for betraying us,” they smirked in satisfaction and swaggered away.

“John!” Mary cried out, lifting him up and hugging him tightly. Examining his face carefully, she realised that like those burly men, he was filthy and smelly, but unlike them, he had the kindest and most beautiful eyes ever. She had come to love this man for who he was. It was a love that needed no words. Garnering the last ounce of strength in him, he took out the white handkerchief he always carried and held it out to her. She received the handkerchief with trembling hands. Inhaling sharply, she let Niagara Falls come.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me no matter what happens” She whispered. With quivering hands, he took out a scrap of paper and pen. “I’ll always be with you” He assured her. “I swear”. Smiling, she held out her last finger in which he hooked against his and they hugged.

Although belonging to different worlds, one a law graduate from Harvard and the other from the underworld, they never mentioned about their difference in status. Instead, their love only grew stronger after that fateful incident.

One day, Mary was on her way to the garden when a gush of fluid was flung at her face. Instantly, she felt a burning sensation in her eyes and the flash of light was soaked up by the spreading dark patches before her eyes. Her ear splitting screaming reverberated to John’s ears as he sallied forward towards the sound, only to see Mary already unconscious on the ground, and he knew it was the work of the two burly men.

Mary was rushed to the hospital forthwith but it was too late. She was to lose her sight. Her family was devastated and wailed in pain and anguish. Guilt-ridden to have caused misfortune to befall Mary and her family, John made up his mind. He knew what he had to do.

Packing the essentials, he decided to leave and quitted his job as a sweeper in the garden. Looking at the blissful pictures of Mary and himself, he sighed and threw them away.

“Mary! Can you see me?” Aunts jostled towards the weary girl and waved before her. The image she saw was a blur and she felt groggy. However, it was a great blessing that Mary had regained her sight. Looking into the mirror, she was startled to find that her eyes looked somewhat different. They were the same shade of blue, but now they exuberated great warmth and compassion.

Unfortunately, Mary soon realised that John had left her and was devastated. She bawled her heart out and pinned for him day and night. Thinking back on the promise he made to her, she hated him all the more.

One day, she decided to visit their place of paradise to relieve their happy days together. She walked to the tree where she used to pour out her unhappiness and leaned close to the trunk and touched its rough surface filled with happy faces. She wept uncontrollably as she ran her fingers down the trunk. Unexpectedly, she saw the words ‘I’ll be with you’ engraved on the foot of the tree trunk. Glimmers of hope began to light the darkness as she looked earnestly around, but what she saw left her dumbfounded.

On the bench sat a man with a pair of sunglasses and a walking stick. Under the scorching sun, he was sweating profusely and fished out a white handkerchief from his back pocket to wipe the perspiration. Coincidentally, a photo fell out from the pocket as well. With manifold feelings, Mary picked up the photo and looked at herself in the picture and was shocked. The man groped his back pocket for the photo and became flustered when it was no longer there. Slowly, Mary walked over and placed the photo in the man’s hands. It was only then that she tasted the warm salty wetness of her own tears and realised how hard she was crying.

The man bowed in gratitude and flashed his yellowish teeth which glistened in the morning sun.

“I’ll always be with you… “

Looking at the man who loved her so deeply, she smiled. Touching her eyes which were once his, tears streaked down her cheeks. His eyes brimming with her tears.

When Love and Hate Collide

You could have a change of heart if you would only change your mind
Instead of slamming down the phone girl for the hundredth time
I got your number on my wall but I ain't gonna make that call
When divided we stand baby united we fall

Got the time got a chance gonna make it, got my hands
On your heart gonna take it all I know, I can't fight this flame
You could have a change of heart if you would only change your mind
'Cause I'm crazy 'bout you baby time after time

Without you, one night alone
Is like a year without you baby do you have a heart of stone?
Without you
Can't stop the hurt inside when love and hate collide

I don't wanna fight no more I don't know what we're fighting for
When we treat each other baby like an act of war
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/d/def-leppard-lyrics/when-love-and-hate-collide-lyrics.html ]
I could tell a million lies and it would come as no surprise
When the truth is like a stranger hits you right between the eyes

There's a time and a place and a reason and I know I got a love
To believe in all I know got to win this time

Without you, one night alone
Is like a year without you baby do you have a heart of stone?
Without you
Can't stop the hurt inside when love and hate collide

You could have a change of heart
If you would only change your mind
'Cause I'm crazy 'bout you baby
Crazy, crazy

Without you, one night alone
Is like a year without you baby do you have a heart of stone?
Without you, one night alone
Is like a year without you baby if you have a heart at all
Without you, can't stop the hurt inside when love and hate collide

My Own Nail Arts Design

My Valentine nail art:)

My Domo nail art.. i love domo:)

I call this as SOS nail art..hehehe this is my fourth nail art:) brown and white for the design.

My third nail art design, blue for the base and pink for the dots.

This is my second nail art.. and i love this, baby pink for the base and red stripe with pink dots.

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